Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associated characters are the property of Joss Whedon and the creators of the show.
Author's Note: A short piece from Dawn's PoV. Not very good, I know, but something I'd been thinking about and I had to write it down. Any reviews are greatly appreciated. Thank you!
I killed my sister. Therefore, I am evil.
My blood is hers. My flesh is hers. My soul is hers. I was made in her image.
She jumped because my blood would close the portal and therefore would hers. She jumped to save me. My blood caused her death and it flows inside my veins corroding them bit by bit, keeping me alive. For her. How can it be that the cause of her destruction lives inside me continuously pumping around this wretched body? It seems to grow inside of me like a boil getting bigger and bigger, waiting to burst.
I would like to end this but I can't. I promised her, so I can't. But I have to rid myself of this toxic liquid that she died for, so when I draw the knife's serrated edge across my skin, the sharp pain is a welcome relief and the blood that drip, drip, drips into the basin dulls the pain in my heart.
They know, somewhere deep down, but their own scars run too deep to ever consciously realise.
So, although it pains me, I'll live for her. And then maybe I'll die for her.
But the truth still is that I killed my sister. Therefore I am evil. Amn't I?